Sometimes, Lin Ke felt rather worried about Wang Lin's mental state.
Now, after watching her fight and learning what art she practiced, he was even more worried.
The Heavenly Demon Formless Art?
That sounded like a villain's cultivation art no matter how he looked at it!
And paired with Wang Lin's wild laughter and crazed appearance right now...
Lin Ke was a little scared.
Lin Xuanji was not.
"I can slay even a True Demon." White light a foot long shot from Lin Xuanji's eyes, and the King's Way Sword slashed straight at Wang Lin's hairpin.
Both were highly accomplished in Tongue-and-Sword Combat, and the weapons they had nurtured for so long were immensely powerful as a result. Every clash rang with the sound of the Dao.
Meanwhile, a pale-gold writing brush appeared in the demonic nun Wang Lin's hand. She swooped down like a great owl, a speck of golden light appearing at the brush's tip.
At the same time, six ink-black Śarīra appeared, eerie glimmers flickering across them.
"What is the Buddhist Path? What is the Demonic Path? A single thought makes gods or devils! Hahahaha!" Wang Lin laughed madly, the flesh on her body quivering.
The eerie light from the Śarīra shone onto the brush's tip. Gold and black intertwined, forming a pattern resembling a taiji diagram.
Confucianism, Daoism, the Buddhist Path, and the Demonic Path merged into one.
The entire space around them was torn open, revealing the void beyond.
Beyond the world lay the void, and beyond the void lay the universe.
The void was pitch-black, while the universe was a riot of colors.
And now, Wang Lin's attack had even torn through the void, exposing the riotous colors beyond it.
Seeing the ferocity of Wang Lin's approach, Lin Xuanji's Literary Heart beat even harder,